The Return to Hogwarts

2024-03-08

Behind the exhibition hall decorated in the style of ancient Greece is a two-story square building made of red bricks. During dinner time, professors from the college come and go in an endless stream.

Jasna Rozier sat alone at the dining table by the window, staring intently at the newspaper in her hands, a cup of coffee on the table in front of her steaming with wisps of white vapor.

Many familiar faces passed by in the aisle next to the dining table, but none of her colleagues greeted Professor Rozier as they passed by.

The professors who work here all know that Professor Rozier, who is young and beautiful, is very knowledgeable and has a cold and eccentric personality. She rarely communicates with her colleagues, but some of the staff who are responsible for the campus and serving students and professors can become her friends.

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As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared behind the mountains, the warm light emanating from the small building suddenly became noticeable in the dimly lit campus.

Jasna glanced one last time at the Die Prophet tucked inside the Berliner Zeitung, then folded both newspapers and placed them on the table in front of her. She then picked up her coffee and stirred it slowly with a fine spoon, her gaze fixed on the distant, chilly forest outside the window, not letting her Muggle colleagues in the restaurant see the slight doubt in her indifferent eyes.

Nothing happened.

More than a week has passed since news came from Hogsmeade confirming that Hermione Granger had received the package, and nothing has happened in that week.

Both Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic maintained an unsettling silence, as if they had no intention of pursuing the matter at all. Of course, this was impossible; Aeschylus had told her that the small trap he had made with the Muggle corpse had been detonated, which meant that the British Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts were aware of their presence.

But then everything went smoothly, and the anticipated border closures and massive manhunts did not occur.

Jasina sighed softly, her straight and delicate shoulders drooping slightly.

In fact, even now, she doesn't understand why they would carry out such a plan, risking to anger Albus Dumbledore and Amostrath Blaine, hoping that they would wreak havoc in the European wizarding world in order to seek justice for their students, thus creating chaos and igniting a new holy war.

That's simply unrealistic. Maybe it would be possible if they killed the boy from Hogwarts who was known as the one who survived the disaster.

Moreover, although they were very careful in making that deal with the fairy, there was still a great risk involved.

However, her Mr. Raman's wisdom was absolute; he believed that doing this would benefit their cause, so the outcome was bound to be this way. It's just that her shallow wisdom couldn't fathom this.

As Jasna put the coffee from the golden spoon into her mouth, she frowned. It was too bitter. She seemed to have forgotten to add sugar.

"Professor Rozier?"

The hidden worries in her heart and the noisy Muggles around her made Jasna feel extremely annoyed. She had no mood to stay here any longer. Just as she was about to roll up her newspaper and leave the smoky environment, a female student suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor. After looking around a few times, she walked quickly towards her.

Listening to the girl's story and looking at the gold pocket watch the student handed her, doubt crept onto Jasina's cold and beautiful face, and unconsciously, she pursed her rosy lips.

This pocket watch. Yes, she recognized it, but a young man named Fraser Andel. Jasna's heart began to race.

"What did that man look like, Bull?"

Jasna slowly stood up, her expression cold and stern, but she didn't realize that the hand holding the newspaper was trembling slightly.

Tina took a step back at Professor Rozier's serious expression. She had assumed that the elegant gentleman and Professor Rozier were close friends, and that Professor Rozier would be delighted to see the pocket watch!

He's very handsome--

Tina answered instinctively.

"His hair was gray, oh, and his eyes were a wonderful pale purple, giving him an exceptional air."

Seeing Professor Rozier's face turn completely gloomy, Tina, who had shrunk her shoulders in fear, weakly asked,

"No—isn't that gentleman your friend, Professor?"

As night fell, behind layers of clouds, the newly risen moon was tinged with an ominous crimson hue.

On the gentle slope by the lake, Amosta sat casually on a rock that rose from the lawn, his hands resting on his knees, his wand swaying gently in the lakeside breeze.

The chill emanating from the deep, eerie forest made Louise unconsciously wrap her pale yellow coat tighter. Although she felt cold, her attention was focused on Amosta, who appeared relaxed and at ease, while unease flickered in her eyes.

“Amosta?” Louise called softly.

"Hmm?" Amosta answered with a nasal tone.

"Do we need it?" Louise glanced at Kingsley, who was waving his wand in the distance, then looked at Amostella's somewhat thin back, pursing her slightly pale lips.

"Should we," Louise hesitated, "I mean, if they have a lot of people?"

“The barrier is complete, Mr. Blaine,” Kingsley suddenly appeared beside the two. “The nearby Muggles have all been banished, and if a battle breaks out later, the Muggles won’t see what’s happening here.”

"Thank you for your hard work, Kingsley."

Amosta's deep gaze was fixed on the buildings lit up on the opposite shore of the lake, but the smile on his face sent a chill down Louise's spine.

The moonlight grew even darker, and from the dense forest high above, the cold mist gradually flowed down, spreading to the lake shore, leaving only the clear open space where Amosta and his two companions were.

Disturbed by the breeze, the smoke formed all sorts of bizarre shapes, which, combined with the sharp cries that occasionally came from the dark forest, made the lakeside, which was usually sunny and calm during the day, feel eerie and ghostly.

A wisp of thin white smoke drifted silently from the 'mist wall,' like a slender tentacle, crouching close to the ground and creeping along the gaps in the grass toward the backs of the three figures on the hillside. It was very cautious; whenever Kingsley looked around warily, it would take advantage of the darkness to completely disappear, and only when Kingsley looked away would it slowly continue to 'flow' using the cold air from its descent.

Finally, the white tentacles were less than ten feet away from the three of them. The tentacles raised their heads slightly, choosing their targets.

The tall, dark-skinned wizard was wary and didn't seem like a good target, while Amostrath appeared foolishly unguarded. However, by now, no one believed that Amostrath Blaine's great fame was solely due to Dumbledore's influence, and that attacking him would be equally unwise.

A Muggle woman?

Although it's unclear why she ended up with the two wizards, she was undoubtedly powerless to resist.

After a brief hesitation, the tentacles set off again. They were very patient; when Kingsley looked back at the hillside, they could stay motionless in the grass for ten minutes, almost invisible.

Ten feet. Nine feet. Three feet. One foot, all the way up to one inch!

The white smoke tentacles no longer concealed themselves, revealing their ferocious claws. They suddenly raised their heads, and their conjured claws viciously clawed at the unsuspecting Louise's calf. As long as they could touch her, this Muggle woman would fall into their hands.

Stab it!

Like the ear-piercing sound of gunpowder being ignited, followed by a series of agonizing screams!

The sudden commotion startled Louise and Kingsley. They turned around abruptly and discovered that a 'line of fire' had appeared behind them, floating in mid-air. Its end was behind them, while its front extended into the fog wall hundreds of feet away. Behind that pale white fog wall, a humanoid torch could be vaguely seen baring its claws!

Cold sweat poured down Kingsley's forehead. Seeing this, he knew all too well that they had almost been ambushed.

Amosta finally stood up. He slowly turned around, staring directly at the wall of fog, a hint of coldness in his smile.

"Aren't you all going to talk first, please?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a brief silence, a series of thuds sounded in front of the three, and figures emerged from the darkness.

Amosta glanced at the tense faces one by one, ignoring their wands, and her gaze settled on the tall, beautiful woman in the middle. Her voice carried a faint sigh.

"It's good to meet you now, Professor Rozier."

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Jasna's face was frosty; the gold pocket watch slipped from her outstretched palm, the chain still wrapped around her finger.

“Where did you get this, Amosta Blaine?”

Chapter 794 The Judgment Moment (Part 3)

2024-03-09

The wind by the lake suddenly turned foul, and the crimson moon was reflected in the rippling lake water, making the lake surface seem to be rising with blood.

In the gunfight movies shown in theaters, Louise had seen many scenes of two groups of people fighting with submachine guns. In real life, she had also witnessed ordinary people being killed by gunfire. Now, she herself had become the protagonist in the movie, with more than a dozen wands pointed at her, Amosta, and Kingsley.

Compared to the dark muzzle of a gun, being pointed at with a small wooden stick seems somewhat comical. However, these are not ordinary wooden sticks, but magic wands with all sorts of incredible abilities!

Moreover, the coldness and murderous intent emanating from the tense faces and eyes of these people wielding wands were not so comical.

Unconsciously, Louise began to tremble and staggered backward.

"There will be no danger—"

Amosta turned to look at Louise and said quippedly,

"If you feel scared, you can close your eyes and cover your ears."

"I'm not a coward!"

Louise grumbled defiantly, but it was true that her fear had dissipated considerably after Amosta's joking remark. She took a deep breath and looked at the wizards of various attire and ages opposite her, finally fixing her gaze on the tall woman. She was either Angus Aeschylus or one of them, the one who had killed her brother.

Amosta ignored Jasna's question, glancing once more at the blustering group, his tone tinged with disappointment.

"Are these the only ones?"

"How much do you know about us, Blaine—"

Receiving no response, a flash of anger crossed Jasna's eyes, but she suppressed it and asked coldly.

"In my opinion,"

Amosta remained calm.

"Why don't you put down your wands, come back to London with me, and then voluntarily confess the crimes you've committed?"

"Do it!"

Jasna's reaction was decisive, or rather, she had no intention of saying anything to Breondo at all.

Boom!

In an instant, a dazzling display of fireworks burst forth before Louise's eyes, the intense light illuminating the lakeside as if it were daytime.

The powerful magic contained within the spell, surging like a roaring sea, seemed to shake space itself; every inch of air within Louise's field of vision trembled. A dense rain of spelllight swept across the land, the green grass being rapidly stripped away by the fierce wind, revealing the black soil beneath. The instantaneous surge of magic ionized the air, and the rushing spelllight, accompanied by streaks of blue-white lightning, surged forth!

Kingsley's expression changed drastically. The magic barrier he had set up, which concealed the magical reaction, was instantly broken by so many powerful spells.

Louise's scream was drowned out by the roar that rang out almost simultaneously!